I want you is reflexive, whispering between their minds as Louis catches Daniel's mouth in a kiss.
Says it against his mouth, "I want you, I do."
A luxury to say it aloud. The only hush in his voice because they are both so breathless, wound so tightly in against each other. Louis, free to say this thing. Free to keep it, without any fear of it being lifted out of his hands or diminished down to nothingness. As near as Louis can get to the thing that lives behind it, that Louis has never been able to say when it truly matters, when he feels it most deeply.
His hand slides free of Daniel's curls. Fingers find his throat, the faded imprint of teeth Louis left there once. Shudders, fangs pricking at his gums, thinking about putting his mouth here. Some hazy dream of a fantasy not quite coming into focus, a dream Louis had once that he hadn't been allowed to keep. An impression, carrying some formless pulse of desire.
(I wanted you for such a long time, a whisper that isn't meant to tantalize; directed inward, a discovery. A confirmation.)
Louis puts his mouth over the old scar, sucking kisses across the skin. Teasing. Clutching on to Daniel, anchoring himself to that fraying restraint.
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Says it against his mouth, "I want you, I do."
A luxury to say it aloud. The only hush in his voice because they are both so breathless, wound so tightly in against each other. Louis, free to say this thing. Free to keep it, without any fear of it being lifted out of his hands or diminished down to nothingness. As near as Louis can get to the thing that lives behind it, that Louis has never been able to say when it truly matters, when he feels it most deeply.
His hand slides free of Daniel's curls. Fingers find his throat, the faded imprint of teeth Louis left there once. Shudders, fangs pricking at his gums, thinking about putting his mouth here. Some hazy dream of a fantasy not quite coming into focus, a dream Louis had once that he hadn't been allowed to keep. An impression, carrying some formless pulse of desire.
(I wanted you for such a long time, a whisper that isn't meant to tantalize; directed inward, a discovery. A confirmation.)
Louis puts his mouth over the old scar, sucking kisses across the skin. Teasing. Clutching on to Daniel, anchoring himself to that fraying restraint.